Full Summary: Five girls—named after birthstones—with everyday problems somehow find themselves in Prague, New York. There, their lives become more intertwined than any of them ever imagined.

Pearl acts out too much, and is sent to reflect on her actions with her grandparents. But there, she acts out.

Ruby, the good girl she is, volunteers to help out at her aunt's. Without realizing it, she makes an enemy.

Peridot is unsatisfied with her life, and when she is called upon her "lies", her mother sends her to an institution for the mentally ill.

Sapphire just wanted out. Her parents' constant fighting has become too much, and she escapes for a bit. With the freedom, she makes a secret.

Opal is worried about how she looks. Her father is loaded, so she makes the best of it. By going to weight-loss camp for two weeks.

Join these girls on their magical and exciting adventure.

A/N: (IMPORTANT) This story is one of my worst creations and is detested very much. But, since I have about 30, 000 words that had no use in my Documents section, I decided to put it out there. This was originally intended for NaNoWriMo, but about three weeks in, I lost love for the story.

Thank you for your time.

(Also, my author notes will be at the end of the chapter instead of the beginning after this.)

(ALSO, I'm very very very poopy at summaries. Read before you judge.)

(THE TITLE IS UP FOR CHANGE. MY SISTER MADE IT UP, AND SINCE IT WASN'T FOR PUBLIC VIEWING…ANY IDEAS? :p)

Prologue

Alvara rolled her eyes.

"If you fail me again," warned the Mistress, "your face will not be welcomed back here." She clapped her hands together, and they echoed across the vast room. Built based on human palaces, the Mistress lived quite a luxurious life. The room was lilac colored, with different shades and hues of blue mixed in between. The marble floor was a friendly tone of cream, and polished very often. Although the room was huge, it didn't hold much besides the throne and a cabinet. In the cabinet were crowns and old pictures of Mistresses before. From the ceiling hung a crystal chandelier that wavered precariously when the Mistress grew frustrated. At the moment, the Mistress sat upon a throne. It weighed like a cow; for it was constructed of gold. The Mistress would only accept gold.

The Mistress herself was lavished in the stuff; dangling gold earrings, long chain necklaces that wrapped around her neck several times. Her black hair was in a long braid over a shoulder, and her lips were a dark red. Though she was intimidating, she was also beautiful. Everyone from the sun to earth knew not to cross her.

"Alvara, sweetie, this is your last chance to prove yourself. I may make most decisions, but your fate will also be handled by the Counsel. And they're not half as kind as I am," the Mistress advised carefully.

"Sure, yeah, whatever," Alvara replied, flipping a wavy blonde hair over a broad shoulder. She never wanted to be Spirit Guide. But here she was, leading the lives of pea-brained humans. Every thirteen years a couple of girls had to rid the world of some bad guys. Something like that. Thirteen years ago, she was expected to lead the girls to victory; but she'd been having boy problems and she'd completely forgotten her duties. Here, you didn't choose what you were to be: a Spirit Guide, a Soul Searcher, and a Spell Caster, whatever. You were given the mark at birth.

Alvara's mother had been the best Spirit Guide yet. Alvara did not wish to be a Spirit Guide. Her lack of eagerness was understandable at this point.

The Mistress sighed and rubbed her temple. "Mio dio. Just do your best. I don't want to think of what shall be done when you come back empty-handed."

Anger flared up in Alvara. She knew she was disliked for not being the best Spirit Guide, but the fact that the Mistress was already concluding her fate? Unacceptable.

She twirled on her heels and stalked out of the room.

That night, she visited five houses.

The first, an average two story brick house in a quiet neighborhood. Alvara peeked in the window of the second window. A mother with dirty blonde hair rocked a pudgy baby in her arms. It was the nursery.

Alvara waited ten minutes for the baby to calm. The mother scurried out the room, eager for her bed and mate. Alvara slipped quietly into the room.

"Lo vi legano insieme," Alvara whispered, touching the baby's forehead. It let out a long whimper before curling into a ball and falling back to sleep.

The second was too easy, the baby not moving at all. Alvara whispered the spell and high-tailed it out. She was glad to escape the three bedroom apartment. Too much silence gave her a headache.

The third house was small and in an untrustworthy neighborhood. Alvara heard shouts in the distance when she nimbly climbed into the nursery. She stood over the crib, and nearly had a heart attack when the baby's emerald eyes stared directly at her.

When Alvara touched her forehead, she felt a vision enter her. She sighed. This baby was a tricky one. She uttered the words for the third time before rushing out, the baby's eyes following her retreating back.

The fourth was in a farmhouse, a bit further than the rest. As Alvara walked on the dirt path, she cursed her own mother for giving her such a fate, and dying preforming the deeds of good.

She clambered into the window, which was open. She quickly realized she'd gotten the wrong room; a girl of about four years slept here. Alvara crept down the hallway, and entered the first room her amber eyes fell onto. Pushing the door, she realized that this was the parents' room.

"Merda," she cursed under her breath, when she noticed that the baby was sleeping between the two. Sliding her feet slowly across the room, she headed towards the mothers' side, knowing she was most likely more tired.

Alvara reached her hand out, and touched the baby's forehead. The baby suddenly shifted, its head facing the father now. Alvara closed her eyes before slipping around the bed and reaching out a hand. Once again, the baby shifted, but this time burying her face into her pillow.

Alvara swore again. She hated preforming magic, it took too much energy and only Spell Casters were able to do it flawlessly. But if the baby refused to cooperate, she'd have to resort to using dirty tactics.

"Girarsi

mi faccia

rimanere così

il mio bambino caro," she whispered, drawing energy from around her. The baby shuddered, but did not move.

You've got to be kidding me! she thought angrily. Her spell probably hadn't worked considering the fact that she'd dropped out from school at an early age.

Just as she turned to head towards the final baby, she heard a long intake of breath from behind her. She whipped around, and saw the baby turn to cuddle in her mothers' back, but she stopped halfway.

Alvara never moved so fast in her life.

The fifth and final house was a mansion. Every entrance was protected by a guard, and they certainly weren't the type to dawdle around and eat donuts. Once again, she performed a spell to conceal herself. Once in front of the mansion—she'd slipped through the grates in the gate—she realized she had no way of going inside. The other four houses had easy to pick locks and open windows. But this baby had the high life.

And even if she did manage to sneak inside, chances were it'd take her time to find the room with said baby. Not to mention someone might see her. Her concealment spell began to waver, and she pushed herself to hold it up.

Alvara leaped high on the ledge of a window. The door was slightly open, but that was all it took. She pushed it open with her extreme strength and stepped out of the room, swiftly shutting the door behind her.

She rushed down the hallway and stopped in front of a door labeled Nursery. Quickly, she pushed the door opened and stepped into the high-tech and clean nursery.

The baby had everything she'd ever need as a child; toys, rides, blankets, and just about anything baby related. In a chair beside the crib was a pudgy woman. Her head was drooped and her eyes closed. Alvara released the concealment spell and tiptoed to the crib.

She whispered the words. As the fifth child was bound to the rest; a warm feeling spread through Alvara. Unbeknownst, the earth had received its most powerful quintet.

Alvara smiled.

A/N: This was originally intended for